The characters all belong to Ms. J.K Rowling, except Sandry. She belongs to me. I wrote this story for entertainment, cuz I was bored and I like Draco the best. =)
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Draco Malfoy walked into the Hogwarts express, and noticed at once it was packed, and he had gotten there early to avoid that problem. He grumbled softly and walked to the back of the train. On his way, he passed the compartment with the trio who hated him the most: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. He groaned inwardly and tried to ignore their insults. He would have succeeded, if Ron hadn't metioned his mother, who had recently died over the summer. His cheeks were suddenly splotched with red spots, and his silver eyes glinted dangerously. "Weasley, you will regret that one day," he growled softly as her walked away. The next compartment was full, so he tramped through to the very last compartment on the train, which was empty. He sighed gratefully, and collapsed into a chair and closed his eyes. Suddenly, his sharp ears heard a soft snap and he opened his eyes. A girl, thin and probably a few inches shorter than himself, with bright hazel eyes and thick brown hair, layered and full of ringlets. She smiled slightly, pointing to a seat across from him, and asked, "Is anyone sitting there?" Her soft, lilting voice reminded Draco of his mother's own voice, one his missed so much. He nodded, and she sat down. "My name's Sandry. What's yours?" she inquired in her miraculously soft voice. "Draco. Nice to meet you, Sandry." He answered. She smiled, and glanced out the window. Draco noticed she was wearing a long black skirt, with a white blouse, with little frills lining the collar. He looked down at his own clothes: black trousers, with a white dress shirt, and his black cloak, the one with a little silver dragon head as the clasp. Draco looked back at Sandry, who was still looking out the window. She turned to him and smiled. "What year are you in at Hogwarts?" she asked. "Fifth. What are you?" "I'm transferring from Durmstrang, and I'm in fifth also," was her reply. He grinned, and she smiled back. "What house are you in?" Sandry asked softly. "Slytherin," Draco replied, even softer, almost a whisper. She nodded. "That's not that bad! My father was in the worse house at Durmstrang! And look how I turned out! I was in his same house!" She patted his back, and Draco felt better.
For the remainder of the trip, they talked about everything. As the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogsmeade Station, Draco and Sandry stood in unison. They grinned, and Sandry started to get nervous, Draco could tell. He reached out and wrapped his index finger around her own. She glanced at their hands and smiled. They stepped out off the Hogwarts Express, and walked over to the horse-less carriages and climbed into one. Draco blew his hair out of his face and looked at his feet awkwardly. Sandry glanced at Draco, his silver eyes darting back and forth. She grinned, and took his hand. Draco grinned, brushing his silvery-blonde hair out of his face.
When they reached Hogwarts, Draco and Sandry walked up to the castle together. As they reached the Great Hall, Draco paused and looked at Sandry. She smiled briefly, and encouraged him to continue walking without her. Draco nodded, and walked into the hall. He sat down the Slytherin table, and watched as the new students came in the Great Hall with rapt attention.
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"Hey Harry, look at Malfoy. He never paid much attention to the sorting ceremony before, but look at the way he's staring! He's acting like this is the best thing in the whole world!" Hermione said softly to Harry. He nodded, glancing at Malfoy, his emerald eyes darkening. He brushed his dark black hair out of his eyes, and turned his attention to the teacher table, because Dumbledore had stood up. "Welcome to a brand new year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We have a new student, who has been transferred from Durmstrang. Her name is Sandry Lienon, and she will be joining the fifth year class. Sandry," he said, and beckoned a shadow at the doors of the Great Hall to enter the room," come here, please," He said, smiling kindly. Harry and Ron's eyes widened as the girl walked into the room. Her footfalls were soft, and barely heard. All of the boys in the hall stared at her. Sandry's eyes wandered over the faces in the room, until it stopped on Draco. She smiled, and he grinned back. Sandry continued walking up to Dumbledore, she paused, and took a deep breath, then continued walking.
When she reached the Headmaster, her whispered into her ear and pointed towards McGonagall, who stood next to the Sorting Hat. Sandry straightened and walked over to the Deputy Headmaster, and looked at her feet. The professor placed the hat on her head, and Sandry closed her eyes
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Nice to see you, Sandry. Sandry smiled inwardly. hello sorting hat. And what house will I be sorted into today? she replied sarcastically. Well, your brave, cunning, smart, and a hard worker. Better be.... "GRYFFINDOR!" the sorting hat yelled the last word. Sandry grinned slightly, and headed over to the clapping table, sitting down next to a girl with black, straight hair. The sorting of the new first years had just started, and she watched it with great interest.
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Draco stared. She's a Gryffindor. A Gryffindor! he thought as he watched her walk over to the Gryffindor table. She sulked and totally ignored the Sorting, ignored his fellow classmates' remarks and discussions, and Pansy's compliments. He didn't eat his dinner, he didn't even touch it. He glanced at the Gryffindor table, and saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley talking to Sandry. Potter and Weasley. Of course they'd go for Sandry, she's gorgeous. He snapped out of his thoughts as someone tapped his shoulder, and turned his head to the person on his right. "What?" he snapped at Pansy, who had (obviously) tapped his shoulder. She pouted, and Draco glared at her. He stood up, and glanced at the Gryffindor table one last time. Sandry had left with Granger, Potter, and Weasley, grinning and laughing at some corny joke Potter had just told. Draco turned on his heel and marched out of Great Hall, ignoring the Slytherins' shouts. "Bilgesnout," he muttered at the door of the Slytherin common room, and walked up the steps to the dorms. He lie on his bed, his silver eyes glistening as they filled with tears. He silently sobbed himself to sleep, thinking about Sandry and how she would hate him now.
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In the morning, Draco woke up with a pillow over his head. He sat up quickly and smirked. He dressed quickly, and rushed into the Great Hall. As he past the Gryffindor table, he saw Sandry and Harry laughing at something Ron had said. Sandry didn't even look at him. Draco looked down, he eyes turning hard.
After breakfast, as he passed the Gryffinor table again, he dropped a note in Sandry's lap. She looked up, saw Draco, nodded, and quickly pocketed the piece of paper. Draco stalked off, going to his first class that day.
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"I'll catch up to you later, guys. Okay? I gotta go to the dorm to get a book." Sandry called to her friends and ran off. When she reached an empty hall, she took out the note, and quickly scanned it.
Sandry,
Meet me at the Astronomy tower, the one next to the Gryffindor common room at 12:30.
Malfoy
^He didn't even sign his first name^ Sandry puzzled over this thought for a few minutes, then hurried to her first class.
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Sandry walked into the Astronomy tower, and thought it was empty.
"I thought you wouldn't come." Draco materialized out of the shadows, his eyes hiding all emotion. Sandry grinned. "Hey Draco. I love this school! Hermione, Harry, and Ron are great friends..." she started but noticed the disgusted look on Draco's face and trailed off. "And I care, why?" he spat out. "Potter, Weasley and Granger hate me! OK, hang out with them, but..know what, just forget it." He glared at the floor, walked over to the window, then jumped. "DRACO!" Sandry screamed, rushing over to the window. Draco's head appeared, along with his glaring silver eyes. "What now?" he said, irritated. Sandry just stared. "What? ever heard of a broom?" Draco said sarcastically. Sandry sighed. "Draco, I'm sorry. I should've said something to you today, since you're my friend..." Sandry mumbled. "Draco sighed, getting frustrated. "Ok, Sandry, I get it, go and make friends with Potter and Weasley." he said slowly, like he was talking to a four year old. "Anyway, I have to go, later." and with that, he left Sandry standing there, alone.
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Harry noticed how tense Sandry was the next morning, and how she kept stealing glares at the Slytherin table. He put his arm around her, and she looked up into his concerned eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked softly. Sandry looked away, anger boiling inside. "Nothing," she was suprised she was able to keep a controlled tone. Harry looked into her eyes, and saw that they hid all emotion. He nodded, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Sandry glared at him, but leaned closer, hoping a certain someone was watching.
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Sandry's wish came true. Draco saw the whole thing, and had to close his eyes to keep from exploding. He stood up and walked out of the Great Hall, and sat at the floor of the stairs that led to the third floor corridor. His silver eyes glistened, and he couldn't take it anymore. He ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, ran to his common room entrance, and climbed the stairs to his dorm. Draco sat on the floor, and took out a briefcase. He punched in a combination on a keypad, and opened the case. Inside, bottles of red liquid, laying on their sides, glittered in the light of the room. He sighed, and ran his fingers down the side of one of the bottles. This is an illegal potion that his father had used many times: Love potion. Draco had stolen some from his father, hiding it at Hogwarts under his bed every year. If only he could slip this into Sandry's drink, the first person she'd see she'd fall in love with. Draco thought about this concept for a moment, before deciding that it was too much. He would wait, and see if it was needed.
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That night, Draco roamed the halls, because he couldn't sleep. The vision of Harry with his arm around Sandry was stuck in his mind forever, haunting his dreams. Draco walked out to the pond, not making a sound.
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Sandry couldn't sleep either. Harry was getting annoying. She missed hanging out with Draco. Draco's so sweet! Harry's so...possessive. Sandry thought. She climbed out of bed, and walked to the big oak doors of Hogwarts, and walked out towards the pond. She felt drawn to the spot, and didn't notice the moonlight glistening a boy's silver-blonde hair.
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Harry climbed out of bed, and walked to the pond, like he did every night. As he reached the doors, he saw a shadow of someone down at the pond. Harry grinned, guessing who it might be. He silently slinked to the pond, and when he was right behind the person, he grabbed her around the waist, and kissed her neck. She shrieked, and whirled around. Harry caught her on the lips. She tried to turn away, but only succeeded in falling on the ground, taking Harry with her. She screamed, but it was muffled by another kiss. Sandry tried to push Harry away, but he was too strong.
Suddenly, a shadow came up behind Harry (who was on top of Sandry) and shoved Harry away. Harry hit the ground with a suprised "OOF!" and lay still. "He's unconsious," said the shadow. It leaned forward to help Sandry up, and she saw his hair: silvery-blonde. "Draco," she whispered, "You saved my life!" Then, she broke down crying. Draco didn't really know what to do, growing up the way he had, so he akwardly placed his arm around her, allowing her to burry he head in his shirt. Draco started to hum, rocking back and forth, and soon her crying subsided. Sandry looked up at Draco, his eyes holding concern, anger, and....love. Sandry sighed, whispering, "I'm so sorry Draco. Please forgive me." She leaned forward and kissed Draco softly on the lips. She quickly got up and ran off towards the castle. Draco sat there, a smiled playing his lips. Maybe he didn't need the love potion at all.
Maybe, just maybe.
